He wheeled his eyes from one to the other.

"Say, Hawker," he said suddenly, "why don't you marry Miss Fanhall ?" Hawker had a brush in his mouth, but he took it quickly out, and said, "Marry Miss Fanhall?
Who the devil is Miss Fanhall ?" Hollanden clasped both hands about his knee and looked thoughtfully away.

"Oh, she's a girl." "She is ?" said Hawker.
"Yes.

She came to the inn last night with her sister-in-law and a small tribe of young Fanhalls.

There's six of them, I think." "Two," said Hawker, "a boy and a girl." "How do you--oh, you must have come up with them.